The Doctors' Christmas Reunion

  Can this husband and wife...

  ...be reunited for Christmas?

  Losing the baby they desperately wanted tore doctors Ellie and Andy Fraser’s marriage apart. Though they still share a home, they no longer share their lives. But when they find themselves caring for an abandoned baby, they must temporarily join forces, and as Christmas approaches, Ellie and Andy start to fall in love all over again. Is it time they created their own Christmas miracle?

  What if Ellie and Andy got away from words as an effort to heal the breach?

  What if they went back to the beginning of their love affair, where tentative touches and uncertain kisses led gradually into something more...

  They’d been too angry and hurt by each other to even consider having sex, the very thought of it not exactly repulsive but something definitely to be avoided—alien, somehow, in the environment between them...

  But romance was different.

  Would romance work better than words?

  Dear Reader,

  It has been a while since I did an outback story, but farmers over a large swath of Australia have suffered ten years of drought, while earlier this year most in the far north had the situation worsened by torrential rain that killed tens of thousands of drought-weakened cattle. Outback towns have all suffered, and they struggle to get doctors to work in isolated regions.

  So when a couple determined to work in the “bush” as we call it, go out there, they are determined to stay even when tragedy hits them and their marriage falls apart. They work together as well as ever, but the hurt they’ve caused each other has opened a deep gulf between them. And they both acknowledge, if only to themselves, that they still love the other—that hasn’t changed. It’s just a matter of bridging the abyss between them. A young visitor forces them closer, and they begin a tentative romance that leads eventually to a love greater than they have ever known, so Christmas is a real time of joy for them and the waifs and strays they have collected on their journey.

  I hope you enjoy their journey,

  Meredith Webber

  The Doctors’ Christmas Reunion

  Meredith Webber

  Books by Meredith Webber

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  Bondi Bay Heroes

  Healed by Her Army Doc

  The Halliday Family

  A Forever Family for the Army Doc

  Engaged to the Doctor Sheikh

  A Miracle for the Baby Doctor

  From Bachelor to Daddy

  Wildfire Island Docs

  The Man She Could Never Forget

  A Sheikh to Capture Her Heart

  The Accidental Daddy

  The Sheikh Doctor’s Bride

  The One Man to Heal Her

  New Year Wedding for the Crown Prince

  A Wife for the Surgeon Sheikh

  Visit the Author Profile page at Harlequin.com for more titles.

  Praise for

  Meredith Webber

  “The way this story ended had me cheering for this couple’s happy ever after.... I would recommend A Forever Family for the Army Doc by Meredith Webber if you enjoy the fake relationship trope or a story where the hero and heroine are meant to be.”

  —Harlequin Junkie

  Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  EPILOGUE

  EXCERPT FROM UNWRAPPING THE NEUROSURGEON’S HEART BY CHARLOTTE HAWKES

  CHAPTER ONE

  ELLIE FRASER STUDIED her husband across the breakfast table.

  Rather stern profile, with a straight nose and high forehead—until he smiled, of course, when the crinkly lines fanning out from his eyes made you want to smile back at him.

  Brown, those eyes were, and she knew them both warm and soft as a cuddly blanket and hard as stones.

  Dark hair, cut stubble-short—a number one, but due for a cut, so nearly a number two at the moment. It would feel like the fuzz on her old teddy if she ran her hand across it, but it had been a while since that had happened.

  And that funny little whorl of hair, just on the hairline above his left eyebrow. A whorl she’d touched so often, twirled around her fingers, back when his hair was longer...

  Her heart ached, just from looking at him.

  She’d loved Andy. She knew that with the deep certainty that had been with her from the day he’d asked her to marry him.

  She loved him still—she knew that, too—but she had somehow lost him, and along with him the oneness of them as a couple that had seemed so normal for so long.

  Ellie and Andy. Andy and Ellie. All through university; through the almost soul-destroying work schedules of their internship; through their volunteer work in Africa—where they’d seen the worst that human beings could do to each other—their oneness had remained. Their goals, dreams and futures had been inextricably entwined in a way she’d thought would never fray, let alone be pulled apart.

  And yet right now they couldn’t have been further apart, for all that Andy had asked her up to his flat in the top section of the old house to discuss some idea he had about a soccer team that he was setting up, which seemed to be of far more interest to him than the split in their relationship.

  Or was it a useful diversion from it?

  She’d thrown herself into work, but still had far too much time to think of the past and what might have been...

  Andy had even cooked her breakfast, though she could have done without the pain that the pretend intimacy of eating together brought with it.

  ‘So I thought I’d have a barbecue here on Saturday—about lunchtime, before the game. Until we get a proper clubroom there’s nowhere else. I’ll ask some of the older team members to organise the food—just sausages and onions and bread, or bread rolls.’ He looked up at her and grinned. ‘And, yes, I’ll make sure the boys do some of the shopping, not just send the girls.’

  Heaven help me! We’ve barely spoken for months, apart from work stuff, and still that grin makes my stomach churn...

  Ellie swallowed a sigh along with the last of her toast, left the dirty dishes on the table—after all he had invited her as a guest—and made her way downstairs to her own flat, with its well-set-up medical surgery, enclosed under the old timbered home.

  Ellie and Andy had moved to Maytown six months ago—she pregnant at last and Andy excited to be back in his home town, doing the job he’d always dreamed of doing: providing medical care for people in the often harsh Outback.

  Maytown, a small town in the mid-west, had been established when settlers had brought sheep to the area, although now it was mainly cattle country. A large coal mine, opened twenty kilometres north of the town, had brought in extra business in recent years, with some of the mining families settling in the town while other workers lived in the on-site camp, flying in and flying out from places on the coast, working shifts of two weeks on duty then one week off.

  Ellie had become as keen as he was on the town, both from Andy’s talk of growing up there and her visits to his family, so they’d leapt on Andy’s parents’ suggestion they buy the old house and practice. Andy’s parents had both been doctors, his mother running the practice, his father working at the hospital. The senior Frasers had wanted to move closer to the coast, cuttin
g back on their workloads as they prepared for retirement.

  To Andy and Ellie, it had seemed a magical coincidence—a little bit of serendipity—because they’d both wanted to bring up their longed-for child in the country. And it had been an ideal situation, with Ellie working from the surgery downstairs, knowing when she had the baby she’d get help but would still always be on hand, while Andy took over his father’s post at the hospital.

  They’d moved in late July, and Ellie had practically danced through the old house, imagining it festooned with Christmas decorations. With the baby due in November, their first Christmas in their new home would be spent celebrating his or her—they hadn’t wanted to know the sex—first Christmas, too.

  Just the three of them this year, a family...

  It should have been perfect.

  Until, at twenty-three weeks, when they’d settled in, and everything seemed to be going so well, she’d lost the baby and somehow, in the ensuing pain and anguish, lost Andy, too.

  They’d turned to each other for comfort and support in those first hard weeks, and had also discovered that they were part of a very caring community. The local people had helped them through their grief with comforting words and little acts of kindness, flowers left on the front steps, a picture drawn by a kindergarten child, and more food than they could ever eat.

  And, slowly, they’d made their way back to a different kind of peace, each wrapped in their private sorrow, but together still.

  Until, six weeks after the loss...

  Ellie sighed again.

  Had she been wrong?

  Pushed too hard?

  She didn’t know.

  But when she’d talked to Andy about one last attempt at IVF—not immediately, of course, but when her body was ready—Andy’s response had staggered her.

  He had been adamant—enraged, really. His answer had been an adamant no.

  Their two—well, three now—failed IVF attempts had already cost them too much, both financially and emotionally, and no amount of arguing was going to change his mind. He was done.

  Completely done.

  And if she thought they needed a baby to make their marriage complete then it couldn’t be much of a marriage.

  Stunned by his pronouncement, Ellie’s immediate reaction had been to pack her bags and head back to the city, but she’d grown far too fond of the town and its people to just walk out and leave them without a GP.

  Early on, she and Andy had tried to talk—one or other of them calling a truce—but the talk had soon become a row and now too many bitter, hurtful words hung in the air between them. Although Ellie could concede in her head that they would never have a child, she found it so much harder to accept it in her heart.

  Even harder to accept that Andy wouldn’t consider trying...

  So she’d opted to stay, but had packed her bags, moving into the flat downstairs, built to house the locums his parents had hired to replace Andy’s mother during her own maternity leave.

  Did the townspeople know?

  Was there gossip?

  Ellie assumed they did and that the gossip existed as it did in all country towns, but few attempted to discuss their situation, although she often felt the warmth of their compassion.

  The separate living and work situation had turned out for the best, Ellie thought glumly as she made her way through to the surgery and nodded a good morning to Maureen, her receptionist-cum-nurse, who was busy hanging tinsel along the front of her desk.

  Dismissing the idea that it could possibly be that close to Christmas when she herself felt so bleak, her thoughts tracked back to Andy... But how were they going to cope with Christmas?

  Didn’t the very word conjure up togetherness?

  Joy and laughter and sharing...

  Happiness, and hope for the future...

  Could they carry on with Christmas celebrations as if nothing had ever happened? Sit at one of their tables—just the two of them—with silly paper hats on their heads, reading even sillier jokes?

  The ache in Ellie’s heart deepened, but suddenly she knew.

  She couldn’t do Christmas, not here, not with Andy—she couldn’t go on with things the way they were. If she advertised now, she might find a young doctor, fresh out of GP training, who’d like the challenge of working in the bush. Or a skilled, well-qualified migrant, happy to spend three years working in the country before applying for permanent citizenship.

  She was sure there’d be someone.

  She wouldn’t actually get a new appointee until January, when staff changes were generally made, but if she stayed until just before Christmas, then Andy could manage any emergencies for a week or two.

  She’d go—

  Where would she go?

  Where the hell would she go?

  Back to the city?

  To what?

  Ellie shook her head. That idea had zero appeal to her.

  And she’d grown to love this town and its people so maybe she should go to another country town—one without Andy in it!

  Ellie could feel her heart weeping at the thought, but she had to accept they couldn’t go on as they were.

  ‘What’s Andy up to with this soccer club idea of his?’

  Maureen interrupted her gloomy thoughts as she pushed the final tack into place on the tinsel and fetched Ellie the mail.

  Ellie shook her head, clearing Christmas—and leaving—from her mind.

  Why had Andy started the soccer club? Had he told her while she was busy checking out all the familiar bits of the man she knew so well?

  Loved, even?

  ‘I know he’s having a barbecue for them on Saturday; our side veranda seems to have become the unofficial clubhouse. And some of the kids I’ve seen coming and going are far from athletic types, so I guess he’s doing it to raise their fitness levels.’

  ‘My Josie’s joined,’ Maureen said, ‘and you know the worry I have with her weight. I would have thought she’d be the last person picked for any team, so maybe fitness is behind it.’

  Ellie thought of the motley lot she’d seen on the side veranda from time to time, and for the first time wondered just what Andy was up to with this soccer club he’d started. The ones she’d noticed were a very mixed bunch.

  There were a couple of gangly Sudanese lads from the group of refugee families who’d been re-settled in the country town, a young teenage girl who was often in trouble with the police, two girls from a remote aboriginal settlement who boarded in town for schooling, and a rather chubby lad she suspected was bullied at school...

  Ellie took the mail through to her consulting room, aware yet again of the painful arguments that had split their oneness, and the gulf that had widened between them. Once Andy would have shared his interest in the team, and she’d have shared his enthusiasm...

  This was no good, she needed to focus on work.

  Ellie scanned the patient list, surprised to see Madeleine Courtney back again. Madeleine was a puzzle—one she would have shared with Andy had things been different.

  But they weren’t, she reminded herself sharply, stamping down on the little kernel of unhappiness inside her before it could open, overwhelming her with memories and grief...

  Only one other name stood out—Chelsea Smith. She frowned, trying to remember a patient of that name, then rubbed at her forehead because she knew she’d be frowning and it wouldn’t be long before she had permanent frown lines, and became known as Grumpy Doc Fraser.

  ‘Who’s this Chelsea Smith?’ she called to Maureen.

  ‘She’s a new patient. She phoned earlier so I put her in that space you leave every morning for emergencies.’

  Thanks a bunch, Ellie thought, but she didn’t say it. New patients always took longer to treat as Ellie had to gather as much information as possible from them.

  B
ut Maureen had done the right thing, they made a point of never turning anyone away.

  Shrugging off her rambling thoughts, she sorted through the mail, setting bills aside and tossing advertising bumf into the bin.

  * * *

  Andy sat in the tiny space that was his hospital ‘office’, scanning the internet for videos of soccer coaching, although images of Ellie as she’d sat in the kitchen again kept intruding. The hospital was quiet—too quiet—leaving him far too much time to think of Ellie and the mess their marriage was in.

  Shouldn’t losing a child have brought them closer together, not thrown up a wall between them?

  It was because thinking of Ellie caused him physical pain that he had thrown himself into establishing a Maytown soccer team, allowing soccer to block out all but his most insistent thoughts.

  Would their son have played soccer?

  The wave of pain that accompanied that thought sent Andy back to the videos.

  How could he not have known how much it would hurt—losing the baby, losing his son?

  He took a deep breath and went back to the videos. He needed to do something constructive and worthwhile.

  The call to the emergency room—hardly big enough to deserve the name ‘department’—sent him in search of work, which was an even better diversion than the soccer team.

  Although the ghost of Ellie always worked beside him, for this had been their dream: to work together in the country, bringing much-needed medical services to people who’d so often had to go without.

  The patient was a child, a young boy—maybe twelve—bravely biting his lip to stem the tears while he clutched at his injured side.

  ‘Bloody fence strainers broke,’ a man Andy assumed was the father said. ‘The barbed wire whipped around him like a serpent. I’m Tim Roberts, and this here’s Jonah.’

  Andy shook hands with the pair, then leant over to examine the wound. A red weal showed where the wire had hit the boy, but the serious wound was just above his right groin.

  ‘Bit of a barb got in there, but the wife pulled it out with tweezers and put some cream on it last night, but you can see how it is now.’